A Christmas Tale
I once heard a Christmas tale, about the smallest boy
Born so small the whole world thought, he must be a toy
But he cried and laughed like a baby, did the things real babies do
And once a year on Christmas Eve, was the only time he grew
His mother feared she'd lose him so, he slept in her locket
When he was old enough for school, he rode in father's pocket
He and father built a desk and chair, from matchsticks, paint and glue
Still once a year on Christmas Eve, was the only time he grew
He grew an inch each Christmas Eve, they'd measure Christmas morn
One inch exact, no more no less, for each year he'd been born
His parents worried constantly, doctors had no clue
Why once a year on Christmas Eve, was the only time he grew
He seemed to be so happy as, he told them not to worry
Said, "Growing up might be okay, but I'm not in a hurry
Everything is perfect it should all be very clear
God grants me everything I ask, and I ask him once a year"
Oh, I once heard a Christmas tale, about the smallest boy
Born so small the whole world thought, he must be a toy
But he cried and laughed like a baby, did the things real babies do
And once a year on Christmas Eve was the only time he grew
Born so small the whole world thought, he must be a toy
But he cried and laughed like a baby, did the things real babies do
And once a year on Christmas Eve, was the only time he grew
His mother feared she'd lose him so, he slept in her locket
When he was old enough for school, he rode in father's pocket
He and father built a desk and chair, from matchsticks, paint and glue
Still once a year on Christmas Eve, was the only time he grew
He grew an inch each Christmas Eve, they'd measure Christmas morn
One inch exact, no more no less, for each year he'd been born
His parents worried constantly, doctors had no clue
Why once a year on Christmas Eve, was the only time he grew
He seemed to be so happy as, he told them not to worry
Said, "Growing up might be okay, but I'm not in a hurry
Everything is perfect it should all be very clear
God grants me everything I ask, and I ask him once a year"
Oh, I once heard a Christmas tale, about the smallest boy
Born so small the whole world thought, he must be a toy
But he cried and laughed like a baby, did the things real babies do
And once a year on Christmas Eve was the only time he grew
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Writer(s): Carrol Grange-seaver
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